That which we capture, with hands and our face
for some only numbers, to measure the pace
It draws lines on our skin, and feeds on our strength
for some who remember, it causes their pain.
It makes us worry and takes our dreams
sometimes its the enemy, or so it seems
forces us to hurry, this threat through night and day
its owned by the patient, no price to pay
Through life some wander, while others seem to race
success beating outwards no end to the maze
it takes all of us in, and feeds on our strength
for those who remember it causes them pain
It makes us worry and takes our dreams
sometimes its the enemy, or so it seems
forces us to hurry, this threat through night and day
its owned by the patient, no price to pay
why do you chase it
what can death bring you
it can't be had
the secret hides in living
the secret hides in living
for those who remember it causes pain
for those who remember it causes pain
for those who remember it causes pain
